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the goal of roleplay is to play the role of your desires. in this thread my desire is to help others achieve their quests; there is nobility in that. and besides, you dont know where this adventure will lead us. maybe there will be a test of strength, or a test of wit. my knowledge of geometry (packing things into my bags), and natural strength (i've been carrying items all my life, im much stronger than i look) will come in handy. Just because I do not fit into this world perfectly does not mean my character is not perfect in my eyes. Jarrod von Bieber will be told of for many generations, regardless of whether or not he is the main hero or doing all of the fighting. he has heart, and to me, that should be enough to go on this quest. All i am saying is to not overlook the small characters, you never know what I might have with me.
well then you decide whom i hold for, since you no longer require my services
i say you should let me in, i think i will be of much aid on this quest. just think of how many times in skyrim you relied on your companion to hold your crap. well here i am, ready to hold
Jarrod von Bieber Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Racial abilities: able to hold all of Melandir's unwanted items Backstory: Jarrod von Bieber was born by his mother, whom immediately died after birth. He would have been raised by his father, but he ran out on the family before Jarrod was born. With no other family, Jarrod was sold to a young elf known as Melandir. Following Melandir, Jarrod went on many adventures with, and became an expert at storing items. Now hired by a mercenary company, Jarrod wonders what perils will face him in the upcoming months.
Jermaine stood and tried to take in the situation. There were 3 white dudes, one of them was the epitome of white folk, one of them had a fucking mouse following his craka' ass, and the third looked like he wanted to fuck the shit outta the bunny. Jermaine tried to transform black into jet mode, but realized that he was hungry as shit, and didn't have any food. Knowing this was uncharted territory, he knew he would have to wait at least 2-3 months before a kfc opened up. Jermaine then decided to follow his heritage, and shove his hand down his pants, while waiting for someone to do something.
Suddenly Trottkin turned around to the sound of metal screeching into each other. The once crashed plane transformed into a young, sharp looking black man. "Damn Trottkin, fuckin' learn how to fly a plane you dumb ass cracka', fuckin' Jermaine Jizzknockers can't fuckin' take those fuckin' landings, dumb ass cracka'. What the fuck is that lil' nigga you got there?" Jermaine asked quizzingly.
Kelly knew he was far from his hometown in California. St. Vincent seemed like such an odd place for him to be. The wind rustling through his hair had a different taste then what he was used to in California. As he strolled along looking for clubs, he thought to himself "why am I even here? There is nothing interesting for me here." But then he saw it. An extraordinarily colored paper taped to the wall. Curiosity took over, and Kelly took a peek.

"LGBTSG CLUB MEETING IN ROOM 133. COME CHECK US OUT!"

Kelly then knew where he belonged. A surge of pure joy rushed through him as he ran into the building, desperately searching for a sign to direct him to his future. As he burst through the door, a feeling of acceptance and purpose overcame him, and he was immediately greeted by everyone in the room. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the couch, and took a seat.
Name: Kelly Westbrooks
Age: 19
Year(Like Freshman, etc.): Freshman
Major: Civil Engineering
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Are you Out?(Y/N): Yes
Hair color: Dirty Blonde
Eye color: Brown
(Anything else you want to add): Typical surfer from California

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